Therefore he gives man hope, in reality it is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torments of man.
This is the inevitable fate of the sentimentalist. All his opinions change into their opposites at the first brush of reality.
You mustn’t believe everything you see. The image of reality we perceive with our eyes is only an illusion, an optical effect. Light is a great liar.
When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.
We are all of us obliged, if we are to make reality endurable, to nurse a few little follies in ourselves.[Nous sommes tous obligés pour rendre la réalité supportable, d’entretenir en nous quelques petites folies.]